Our Little Secret

"And then?" The shadow of Sae Niijiima asked, looming over the bound form of Kasumi Yoshizawa as they enacted a humiliating parody of the interrogation taking place in the real world between Sae and Joker.

"Then we rested in the nurse's office until that evening. The school arranged for transportation to my dance practice."

"And I assume by 'rested' you mean you continued to fuck in that debased naked conga line you five sluts had made for yourselves." Sae mused as Kasumi blushed. "No need to answer that. Your face says it all. And you five have always been delightfully predictable when under under the affects of that particular curse."

Sae leaned in closer.

"We don't have much time left. What else can you tell me about that day?"

.........................

“You may begin. “

Kasumi nodded softly at the words, closing her eyes and waiting expectantly. The familiar melody filled the air. With a shift of her body as soft as a whisper Yoshizawa leapt lightly into motion, her limbs seeming to move into the flow of the music as naturally as a bird catching the wind and soaring into the air. Her body took on an elemental liquidity as she surrendered to the dance, arms and legs translating the resonating notes from sound into motion and gesture. Every little flex her limbs and curve of her spine was telling a story, the swirling patterns of her ribbon seeming to paint a canvas out of smoke.

The girls sat on a nearby set of bleachers, their nudity for once hidden behind school jerseys which hugged their young forms. Her senpai and Morgana sat close by. All stared in wordless awe as Kasumi came to a hault, standing stock still with one leg raised entirely over her head. As one the small audience began clapping.

“Yoshizawa…that was excellent. Absolutely perfect.” Coach Hiraguchi whispered. “That may be the best performance I’ve ever seen from you.”

“Th…thank you, coach!” Kasumi sputtered, maintaining the pose even as she blushed. “Ummm….would it be all right if…”

“No.” The coach interrupted.

“Y-you don’t know what I wanted to ask yet!” Kasumi protested.

“…I suppose that’s true. Perhaps I am being presumptuous. Go ahead and ask. If there’s something I can do to help I will do whatever I can.”

“Thank you so much coach! I wanted to ask if-“

“Anything except giving you clothes to wear while you perform, of course.”

Kasumi Yoshizawa whimpered to herself, her blushing naked body bare as the day she was born and currently presenting her young pussy very obscenely in front of her audience.

“Now don’t make that face. Need I remind you that we need to access how this new condition affects your performance?”

“No, ma’am.” Kasumi said, burying her blushing face into her raised knee.

“But this is good news, Yoshizawa-Chan. Dancing while naked is not hindering your ability in the least. In fact….” The coach trailed off as she drew closer to the nude athlete. “Maintain your pose please.”

Kasumi did so, even as her nervousness grew. The city was affected by a mental change akin to a change of heart, encouraging those around the girls to be more vindictive and freer with subjecting the girls to embarrassment, Even so Coach Hiraguchi was an old mentor who could be trusted not to…

Kasumi squeeked in wide eyed alarm as she felt a finger running casually along her inner thigh. The coach was lightly touching her private place while she posed lewdly in front of her teacher!

“Excellent. Even while surprised, you instinctively adjust and maintain the posture perfectly!” The coach praised as Kasumi stifled a moan as her clit was lightly poked and probed.

“C-coach! W-wait! D-don’t!”

“Hush. I just want to see…” Her trainer cooed in fascination. “Absolutely perfect. Even as your body reacts you shift your weight and maintain the stance. Even though your body is responsive and sensitive, even while your getting wetter and your muscles tighten and clench so eagerly while I’m touching you your whole body remains poised and still. I would have expected you to faint dead away by now. Is this not embarrassing for you, Yoshizawa?”

“It is! It’s so…so humiliating! I’ve never been so ashamed in my whole life.”

“Interesting.” Hiraguchi whispered, casually wiping her fingers against Kasumi’s thigh and giving the limber girl’s round butt cheek an appreciative spank for good measure. “As I said….this is the best performance I’ve ever seen from you. Ever. Whatever mental state being naked has put you in…you’ve broken through. All the hesitation and mental blocks are completely gone. Your whole body is focused comletely on giving the best performance it can.”

“So experiencing this won’t prevent her from competing in any upcoming meets?” Makoto asked timidly.

“Apparently not. In fact being naked might actually be improving her overall efforts.”

“That’s…that’s not true! That can’t be true! We’ve tried so hard! I…I’m serious about…I’m not a pervert sensei!” Kasumi babbled.

“Oh hush. I’m not calling you any such thing.” Her coach chided. “Or rather…I’m not accusing you of not being dedicated. I know very well what this means to you. It doesn’t matter in the least how much of a slutty exhibitionist are also happen to be.”

“Coaaaaaaaach.” Kasumi moaned in humiliation.

“This is good news, Yoshizawa. It proves there are barriers holding you back. Barriers that you can overcome under the right circumstances. If humiliation and arousal happen to overwhelm whatever other mental handicaps you’ve been erecting to sabotage your performance it means we can find other ways to get there too.”

“R-really? You think so.”

“I do. And worst case scenario now we know we can get a gold medal performance out of you if your dancing naked.”

“…that’s not funny.”

“Do you think I’m joking?”

“There’s no way they’d let me…those are international completions! I’d..I’d be dancing naked in front of the whole world at that point!!”

“The judges make exceptions for mental issues. This ‘mental stripdown’ phenomena should legally qualify.”

“B-but I…I can’t! I can’t!!”

The coach smiled menacingly. “Then my advice is to be this good with your clothes on next time. Otherwise…who knows what we’ll have to do?”

Kasumi stammered out something incoherent as the coach walked away. “Hit the showers Yoshizawa. I have some calls to make.”

Kasumi continued to watch her mentor exit the gymnasium without even a backwards glance. Blood was still pumping through her body, her heart pounding loudly in her chest from her intense performance even as her face burned with humiliation and her body still shivered from her coach's intimate caresses. It took a long moment after the departure for Kasumi to realize she was still frozen in the obscene pose her coach had instructed her to make. Belatedly the red head lowered her legs. It was hard to say quite how she felt in that moment. The humiliation was as intense and relentless as it had been all morning. And yet the swelling of pride at finally....FINALLY receiving the praise she had worked so hard for was so wonderful...and the potential spectre of prolonged public nudity as the price for her success was equally terrifying!

“Kasumi?” Joker coaxed her attention away from the door. “You were incredible.”

Not so long ago Kasumi had hoped confessing her love to Joker would instigate some confidence in her interactions with her senpai. Now that the deed was done she was horrified to see the opposite taking place. Her body had always threatened to swoon over especially insightful words or a stylish pose from the transfer student. Now mere proximity was enough to threaten the awkward reaction. Compliments were an instakill for her, leaving her giddy and blushing.

“Senpai…coming from you that means…” Kasumi paused. “Senpai?”

Joker was offering her a fluffy white cloth, his eyes filled with mischief.

“You have quite a layer of sweat there. It must have been quite the intense workout. Your soaking wet…”

“I mean she is, but only some of that is from her OW.” Futaba yelped as Makoto casually pinch a nipple.

“Thank you Senpai.” Kasumi blushed. “But this is just a wash cloth. I won’t be able to cover up anything with this….couldn’t you find a real towel anywhere?”

“Hmmm. I’m not sure. Was I supposed to be looking for something like that?” Joker asked.

Kasumi sighed in good natured exasperation. “It isn’t fair to tease me on a day like this, Senpai.”

“Who said we wanted to fight fair?” Ann asked, producing her own cloth.

“Umm..” Yoshizawa glanced around at her assembled lovers armed with their fluffy implement. “Senpais I don’t need any help with-“

“No our chance for an all out attack!” Ann cried as Kasumi was mobbed by the giggling horde. Kasumi was fairly certain she was clean of sweat in less than a minute, but didn’t seem to object when her ‘helpers’ continued to brush and squeeze her body for another ten or so.

“All right! All right! No more!!” Kasumi sputtered in embarrassment.

The group collective made a tight procession to the nearest bleacher, the naked freshman sandwiched tightly in the middle. All the girls seemed to share Kasumi’s exhaustion as they all heaved one unified sigh weighed down by a thousand humiliations and just as many intense pleasures.

“You guys do have a Jersey for her too, right?” Morgana asked from a remote corner of the bleachers.

“That’s phantom queen business! No thieves allowed!”

Morgana huffed.

“Okay but you…you do have something for me to wear home? Please?” Kasumi interjected.

“No promises are made.” Futaba smirked.

“On that note. Kasumi you wanted to discuss something?”

“Right. Ummm…just for the record, if things do go back to normal tomorrow…”

“Oh crap. Right. Joker she needs a nickname!”

“I’m not joining the phantom thieves.” Kasumi said.

“Huh?” Futaba asked.

“Seriously?”

“Weren’t you about as well ‘joined’ as we could get earlier?” Futaba quipped.

Joker nodded to Kasumi encouragingly.

“Everyone. Listen. With everything that’s happened you may have forgotten my focus is on my training. I’m sorry to insist even after all this but it’s just not possible. When things are back to normal I’ll be back in the gym.”

“So what was all this then? Weren’t you begging to be the leader a few hours ago?” Futaba asked.

“Of the phantom queens, yes.”

“That’s just Mishima’s dumb name for us when we’re naked. It’s the same-“

“No. No, it isn't! From what all of you have told me, each of you became a Phantom Thief for personal reasons. They're a group senpai gathered around himself to help people in need and reform a corrupt society. All of you are risking your lives and your freedom to help others. And you've made such a difference in so many lives. Without Senpai and all of you I don't think I'd stand any chance to achieve my dream. But that dream is a personal, selfish one. Its something I have to see through on my own, and its one that demands my full devotion. ” Kasumi explained.

"I mean...we get that, but the Phantom Queen stuff is already-"

"Exactly. It is a distraction. But its one being imposed on me. And because of me, all of you were cursed as well. So I am willing to lead you all and fight if that curse ever returns. But it needs to be kept separate from my 'normal' life." Kasumi said, blushing as she continued. "I...I want the Phantom Queens to be our little secret! Tomorrow...tomorrow I go back to being Kasumi Yoshizawa. Polite, punctual, studious, and fully dressed! A...As the leader of the Phantom Queens I'm ordering all of you to ignore what happened this week! Me and my senpais are just normal school girls with normal lives. No one needs to know how...how good it feels being naked or how much we loves seeing each other humiliated in public! I want all of you to do that for me and each other. Save up the fantasies and the energy and the pent up urges. Because we're going to embrace them all completely the next time Mishima turns us into sluts."

"I...I see." Makoto whispered, awed by the blushing enthusiasm with which Kasumi delivered her manifesto.

“Fiiiiiine. I didn’t want to invite you to our big Okumura bash anyway!”

“Hmm?”

“We estimate Haru’s father will have his final change of heart in two days.” Makoto explained.

“Oh. Well yes, that should be only you. You are the ones who stole that heart anyway. You should be the ones who celebrate the victory.”

“I’m lying. You should-“

“Training senpai. I can’t”

“Blarg. Fine. But we're still dating! No take backsies there!" Futaba announced.

"Yes. I...I'd like that as well." Kasumi stammered.

There was a pause as the group sighed in collective relief.

"So...Senpais....about those clothes..."